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All the birds of the air Fell sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For poor c.o.c.k Robin.
THE MOUSE AND THE CLOCK
Hickory, d.i.c.kory, dock!
The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, d.i.c.kory, dock!
HOT-CROSS BUNS
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
If ye have no daughters, Give them to your sons.
BOBBY SHAFTOE
Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, With silver buckles on his knee: He'll come back and marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe!
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair; He's my love for evermore, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
THE BUNCH OF BLUE RIBBONS
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.
He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons, He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons, He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons, To tie up my bonny brown hair.
THE WOMAN OF EXETER
There dwelt an old woman at Exeter; When visitors came it sore vexed her, So for fear they should eat, She locked up all her meat, This stingy old woman of Exeter.
SNEEZING
If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better.
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on a Sat.u.r.day, joy to-morrow.
p.u.s.s.y-CAT BY THE FIRE
p.u.s.s.y-cat sits by the fire; How can she be fair?
In walks the little dog; Says: "p.u.s.s.y, are you there?
How do you do, Mistress p.u.s.s.y?
Mistress p.u.s.s.y, how d'ye do?"
"I thank you kindly, little dog, I fare as well as you!"
WHEN THE SNOW IS ON THE GROUND
The little robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found.
The air is cold, the worms are hid; For robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crumbs of bread, And then he'll live till snow is gone.
